”“Is that what troubled you?”“No. It was the whole thing. Remember last week we were talking about cultural appropriation?”“Of course.”�...�Well, I no longer know what it is. I mean, I know that a wooden boomerang that’s been painted but made in Japan is an imitation of an Aboriginal implement. Are Williams’ later paintings appropriation? Or are they artistic uses? Like Lichtenstein’s ‘Lady in a Flowered Hat’ or Pettibone’s ‘Lichtenstein’s Picasso’? But Floyd’s work is aluminum and epoxy and looks. It took just a little maneuvering before the tip of his rock hard cock found the open entrance to Estelle's cunt. Just after the cock head slipped past the lips of her willing pussy, he pushed forward with his pelvis and his shaft was quickly and completely encunted. The two of them gave a little sigh of satisfaction at this completion of their union. I swallowed hard and tried to control myself in the midst of witnessing my cuckoldry. There was my wife in the act of copulation with her legs. Feel anything you want. If you want to see something else, say so, and we'll show it to you. Then, maybe the cat will give you back your tongue." Cathy came over and stood next to her, fists on her hips in a stance of defiance. Both reached out sheepishly, and felt of both of their breasts, asses, and mounds. Cathy spread her feet wider, and both reached in to touch her pussy. One, then the other, stuck his finger inside of her, to which she contracted her muscles, to give them each a a gentle. Slowly Kay started grinding herself onto my leg. Her soft flesh was so hot and wet (I barely remember her ever having pubic hair! Kay started shaving before she was 16 and I don’t think she has ever stopped). Her fleshy external labia pressed out onto my thigh and she did not last more than a few minutes before she released her latch on her own nipple and smashed my face into her soft tits. Quietly she urged me on both with words and with her body. She was bucking on my thigh! Her humping.